True life story of a man and his wife. If you can't control your tears don't read this story

 *True story*

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*I'm laid down dead on my bed, in my bedroom😢, watching and*

*listening to Chioma my wife speak with her mother on the*

*phone. She was happy i was dead.*😢💔

 *She killed me with a poison.*🤕

*"Yes Mama," she said over the phone, "the idiot is dead."*

*"So quick?" Her mother said.*

"Yes oo, so quick."

"I told you, Akanshi is a strong babalawo."

"That's true mama. What do I do now?"

"You know where he keeps all the documents?"

"Yes I do."

"Perfect. Make sure you gather all of them together. The

houses, the cars, the banks and every other document

available."😢🤦

"Ok Mama."

"After that start crying and call neighbors. I'm right on my

way."

Chioma had the habbit of setting her phone on speaker, that's the

reason why i could hear her mother.

My wife of three years conspired with her mother to kill me.😭

Chioma that I loved so much, i saw her through the university

and sent her to Paris for her masters. The urge to jump from

the bed and pounce on her was much but I held myself back.

I needed to keep my cool to unveil more secrets.🤔

I watched as she searched frantically for all the documents to

my properties. She pilled them up beside the wall mirror,

looking herself in the mirror and smiling😣

FLASH BACK:

I smiled within me, knowing how I just escaped death by the

whiskers. I was such a lucky man🤐. I remembered how it all

happened the day before. I came back earlier than I usually do

without calling to inform my wife. Chioma wasn't in the sitting

room, I decided to tip toe to the bedroom to surprise her.

On getting to the door I could hear her voice, she was on the

phone with her mother.😰

"Mama, are you sure it will kill him?"

"Yes, I trust Akanshi."😉

"I can't wait for this man to die, I need my freedom to live as I

want."

"He will die tomorrow, just follow the instruction. Add the

substance in his juice and make sure he drinks it."

"I will Mama, trust me."

I was glued to the spot.😓 My own wife was planning to kill me

and tomorrow I would die by poisoning. I tip toed back to the

sitting room and as quietly as I entered I left. I left knowing

what to do, for to die I would.

The next day, being today, the day of my death, I left very

early to my office like everything was okay. I came back in the

afternoon prepared to drink some juice and die. Chioma my

wife was exceptionally happy to see me, I was pretentiously

overjoyed to see her. We kissed, yes, and we made love on the

couch.

According to her plan, she went and brought a glass of juice

for me. And according to my plan I sent her to bring my

briefcase to show her a very important document. She left.

Before she came back I had exchanged the glass of juice with

a different one. She saw me gulp down the last juice as she

came back. She cracked a smile.

According to plan, I began to feel some pain in my stomach.

As the pain grew severe I began to crawl on the floor. Chioma,

as a loving and caring wife came to help, I told her to take me

to the room. She did and laid me gently on the bed.

"Honey, you will be fine," she assured, "I'm here for you."

Such a loving wife.

I began to shiver and I began to foam from the mouth, then I

died.😢

BACK TO PRESENT:

Chioma left the mirror and walked towards the bed. She stood

over my dead body, with triumph on her face.

"Idiot," she cursed, "anu ofia. I thought you're a superman."

She spit on me.

I remained motionless but watching her every move. She took

her mobile phone and dialed a number.

"Hello Chike," she said.

Chike? Which Chike? Chike my best man and best friend?😢💔

"Hello sweetheart," that was Chike's voice. My best friend.

"My love, I have a good news."

"Really? I can't want to hear."

"The idiot is dead."

"Who?"

*"Kacy naa, don't you remember our discussion again?"*

*"Oh yes, I do I do. Great. Start crying, I'm on my way."*

*My best man and best friend too was in the conspiracy to kill*

*me. What a wicked world.*

*Chioma stored the documents in one of her bags, went to the*

*mirror to look at her beautiful face one more time. Beautiful*

*demon. She rearranged her hair and made for the door.*

*Opening the door she turned back to look at me.*

*"Rest in peace," she said and left.*🤦

*I quietly got up from the bed, went to her bag and collected*

*the file containing all my documents. On top of the wardrobe,*

*the portable Nikon video recorder I had planted there earlier*

*was still rolling, I collected it and turned it off. Quietly like the*

*ghost I was, I opened the window, scaled through and*

*vanished from the compound. Chioma's voice could be heard*

*crying loudly.*😭

*I'm now going to be a ghost, to torment those that killed me.*💔😰

*The battle line is drawn.*

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*THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING!*

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